As with everything else, English was not a language Damen recognized by name and the words, even as they left his lips unimpeded, felt awkward and cumbersome. But if there were other languages here, perhaps Damen wasn't entirely alonen.

He hesitated at the question, weeks spent among Veretians giving him pause to consider every motive even in something so simple as introductions. This didn't seem like any plot even a Veretian could conceive however and he found himself lowering his arms, though his muscles remained tense and wary.

'My name is Damen,' he said, electing to keep his full identity quiet. If this truly was a secluded city, separate from all others, his name and place would make little difference, but Damen was unsure yet what to believe. 'I am Akielon. And you two? Is every person in this city from elsewhere?'